July 17, 2005
Doing bongs in Boulder ...
After getting accosted by a group of drunken newspaper publishers who demanded all of my cigars on Tuesday night, I found myself in Boulder without any smokes left on Wednesday. I was on a mission to find more.
This is easier said than done in a town that doesn't permit smoking indoors and generally frowns on it outdoors. Of course, as soon as we stepped out of our hotel, we could smell pot smoke. But tobacco. That's another story.
So I walked up and down the Pearl Street Mall in a fruitless search for cigars. Until I came to a place that left me with a glimmer of hope.
Mile High Pipe & Tobacco.
Clearly, the place was a head shop. But maybe they just happened to sell cigars, too.
So I walked in, where the first person I met was a sales rep at the local paper, which we own. Mile High Pipe & Tabacco is one of his accounts (only in Boulder ...). He recognized me immediately, and he smiled knowingly as I explained I was looking for cigars.
Sure. Sure you are.
After being told there were no cigars to be had, I trundled back to the hotel, defeated.
But my travails didn't end there. The sales rep apparently thought it worthwhile to tell everyone at the paper that he met me in the local head shop that day.
Which left me to explain, in front of a group of militant, heckling publishers, that I was merely looking for cigars. Not bongs. Not hash pipes. Not rolling papers. Just cigars.
Sure. Sure you were.
Posted by Bob Benz at July 17, 2005 6:44 PM